Slippin' into Darkness

[Frederic]

Aiden's mind had been confused and burdened, filled with thoughts of his future. Where was he going? What was he even looking for? He felt like something big had been coming for months, even years since he had been out on his own trying to create something for himself. He knew he could build something for himself, a new life, but it had been hard. He was so alone. He was alone to begin with, even when his family was around he didn't have any friends and his mother was really his only parental figure. His father was constantly out on his own pursuits, his mind obsessed with other things and people. With that thought in mind, focused on his selfish father, he began trudging towards one of his favorite cantinas in the wealthier part of the Coruscant underworld.

This Cantina in particular helped lighten his mood. He went here when business wasn't on his mind, when he needed to forget, when he needed to feel like something more than the scum he had become. He didn't matter, but when he went here, he did. He came to watch those around him, to get drunk off the hard Gamorean ale, to spend too much money and hold himself in too little. This was the place. A cantina named adequately enough for the things that happen within it, The Secret, was a place where a lot of middle class people went to feel better about themselves. This small fact generally lead to a pretty awesome night. He didn't come here often for that very reason, too many drunken nights lead to addiction and worse problems, but a crazy night every-so-often lead to a lighter burden and an easier mind to carry.

Tonight looked like it was going to be a pretty good night too. A smile slid over his face as he stuffed his hands deep into the pockets of his well fitted and worn black pants to find a slim metallic chip. His fingers flipped it back and forth as he passed over the line that was already building in front of the small cantina. It appeared to be more of a club, and on days like these it definitely got that way which was one more reason tonight was going to be perfect. His hand slipped out of his pocket slyly as he approached the guard at the front door, he held out his hand with that same smooth smile on his face and greeted the guard who seemed to know him with a 'bro' hug, exchanging the credit chip as he pulled away with a greeting,

"Grotik, how yuh been brotha?" he spoke loudly over the growing crowd outside in order for the guard to hear him.​

"Good man, same old same old..." the large coynite spoke, his voice rumbling as if two mountains had been moving against eachother within him. He simply nodded after his short statement and straightened the slim black tie around his neck to sharpen his overall suited look as if to show everyone else that nothing was happening.​

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It was always quick and to the point with Grotik, but Aiden liked it better that way. He never did like calling too much attention to himself, at least not when he was sober that is, but that's all going to change. The smile grew as he entered the cantina, the band screeching, the people shouting flamboyantly, and alcohol flowing.

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[member="Nessarose deWinter"]

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[Scherezade deWinter]

It was the second cantina she was attending in just as many nights. Last night's, though, had all been about fun. She grabbed some people she'd met hours prior, they hit a place, danced until morning, and many of them complained of aching feet once they left for their homes. Nessa though, had managed to catch exactly two hours of sleep before she let her duties call her back to them.

This time, all she had was a tiny piece of information, and she had to prepare.

When she arrived at the other club that night, the Sari that clung to her had been made to hug every curve of her body. To all appearances, she appeared as little more than a young teenager, soft and friendly. Yet beneath the layers of fabric, her handmaiden had hidden an arsenal of weapons, all of which the Queen of Endelaan knew how to use in case of need.

And as always, the Sith Sorceress doubted that she would actually use one of them more than once. She found him quite easily. Whoever this guy was, he was a rookie, and it was a few seconds before the two had made it to the public bathroom of the place. Nessarose had been so confident of herself that she hadn't done a thorough enough of a job, and just as he died, she could hear the little beeping sounds.

It was too late to even raise a protective shield.

The guy's corpse exploded, sending Nessa's body up against the wall, and when that one went as well, she and pieces of debris went flying into the dance area. All she could do was slow her own fall, but at the speed things were going, that didn't quite leave her the time to fix herself.

And when the dust settled, one Nessarose in clothing that had magically burned down all over save for places that were considered private, and a lot of weapons in open view, was standing in the middle of the place.

Others might have panicked in her place, or tried to make a run for it. After all, it did look like it was her doing. But not Nessa. Never Nessa. She spun around in her place, her glowy green eyes eyeing the view. And once she'd completed the first round, her mouth stretched into that lovable and sweet ear to ear smile that others had dubbed a Nessa-smile.

"Hey," she said and waved, and began to move towards the bar, realizing only now that she was limping.

[member="Aiden Krato"]